Chapter 3, probably gonna suck as much as the first chapter, but here it is anyways.

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry

Warning: Contains sexual themes, violence, swearing and yaoi.

Italics is used to represent thoughts. Bold is used when a Triggered character is speaking


A cold, whispering wind woke a white-haired boy from his sleep whilst leaning against the railing of the ferry. He looked out into the distance and saw that the watercraft was about ten minutes away from reaching the docks. Nero registered that it was also evening, and judging by the colour of the night sky, it looked to be about 11 PM.

Yawning, the young slayer stretched his torso, re-awakening the muscles that had relaxed there and headed towards the few other people who were awake and ready to leave the ferry when it stopped. Some of them gave him wary looks, and a few pairs of eyes travelled towards his arm, which he had covered with his overcoat save for the hand that was still visible. The people backed away from him, giving him the space he needed, whilst being away from his glowing hand.

Nero had just rolled his eyes and waited patiently as the ferry came to a stop infront of a harbour at the docks. Getting off of the watercraft, the young part devil took in his surroundings and found that he was at the docks just past the outskirts of Capulet. If he was to get inside the actual city, then he'd have to pay for some sort of transport. Walking on ahead, he found what looked like a bus depot that had a bus being filled with people. A sign near the vehicle said 'CAPULET CITY, 60 MILES' and Nero just shrugged and got onto the bus. Paying the driver his money, the youth sat the farthest away from all of the people, not wanting to be around anyone at the moment.

A few seats infront of Nero, a couple of a man and woman got on, only looking maybe a year or two older than him. The part devil scoffed, feeling slight pain in his heart as he watched them fawn over each other. It made him reflect on his relationship with Kyrie and how it had gone horribly wrong the night before. He scowled as he thought of what she had said to him about Nero not being ''pure'' enough for the girl.

''Like she's any better, cheating slut.'' A voice rang out inside of the young slayer's head, it sounded like his own but with a deeper tone and a more demonic ring to it. His eyes widened as he looked about, wondering if any of the other passengers had heard it, but they seemed oblivious which meant the voice had definitely come from his own mind. Nero had heard this voice before, though it was never as loud as that. Whenever he had that accident that deformed his right arm, the voice was there, muttering something about power and might. The second time, it was when he had activated his Devil Trigger for the first time, the words louder and demanding more power. This was technically the first time the voice had actually spoken something that wasn't a mindless drone.

Nero shrugged off the thoughts for now, and felt his body feeling tired. The ex-order member hadn't slept much the night before, haunted by too many thoughts of Kyrie and the older man he was in search of. Since Capulet wasn't for another 45 miles, he laid his head against the window and closed his eyes.


Loud pants of pleasure filled the room, the source being a mess of limbs and silvery hair. ''Ohh again!'' A male voice purred, the loudest pants coming from him. On top of said male was another and slightly more muscled man, sporting the same snow-white hair and icy blue eyes.

''Uhnn, yes!'' The same voice squealed, his moans and pants increasing in volume. The bed rocked furiously, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust the bigger male made into his smaller counterpart's body.

''Do you like this, Nero?'' Said larger male purred, his mouth to Nero's ear. For extra measure, the dominating man slammed his manhood violently into the slayer's tight orifice. The wood in the legs of the bed creaked and collapsed slightly, the force of the bigger male's thrusts taking it's toll on the old queen sized bed.

''Y-yes! Uhnn I love it!'' The submissive younger screamed, his arms wrapping around his lover's neck and the claws of his right hand piercing deeply into the skin of his back. The larger male either didn't notice or didn't care as this happened, only responding with harder thrusts into the ex-order member's ass.

A few more minutes of vicious pounding, the bigger man thrusted as hard as he possibly could inside of Nero and released his seed. At the same time, said slayer had

screamed out his pleasure, jets of his cum splashing on his and the older man's stomachs. ''Ahhn Dante!''


Nero woke with a start, his eyes widened and his breathing slightly heavy. What the fuck was that? Had he just had a dirty dream about Dante?! Of all people?! He wasn't even gay! He was a man who was interested in women and nothing else. But why did that dream feel so good? Now that he had calmed down a little and reflected on it, the dream version of himself seemed to have loved every second of the rough pleasure the older devil slayer had given him.

''I wonder what he would do if it was reality?'' A sensual and demonic purr broke his train of thought, leaving a very confused Nero in it's wake. He looked around and saw that no one was close enough to have said those words, and acknowledged that the voice was inside of his head again. Nero also noticed that the other passengers hadn't turned to look at him, or give him any chastizing words. He must've been able to keep quiet enough that no one had heard him moaning or whatever he was doing in his sleep.

A few hours later, the slayer could see the bright lights of Capulet clearly now, the city being maybe another 20 minutes away. Inside him, anticipation began to bubble as he thought of Dante's attitude. What would he say if he found Nero inside his shop, asking for a job with him? Would he say no? Would he think that he wasn't strong enough for it? These thoughts went through his head for longer than he thought, as the bus had stopped and the driver announced that they were in the city.

Nero shook his head and got off of the bus, deciding that he would deal with those scenarios at the time that they happened. He took in his surroundings, feeling like a small child that just came into the world. There were neon signs everywhere and a high number of bars and strip clubs. Fortuna had abolished all sexual things, taking religion to the highest degree. Nero kinda liked it, since Fortuna forced it's cleaner ways on everyone, him especially, as his faith in The Order's ways was the weakest.

A powerful aura washed over him, breaking his train of thought. He looked down at his arm and saw that it was glowing like crazy, which meant there were alot of demons about. He looked around, and could actually see quite a few of them concealed in their human forms. They weren't causing any trouble though, they were getting on with their buisness and acting if they truely were human. The devils did keep their distance from Nero, however, once they caught sight of his arm and felt his own aura.

Nero wouldn't be able to trace Dante as easily as he thought, though. He was going to track down his aura to the shop, but this much demon activity meant he wouldn't be able to pinpoint his location. But he did feel and aura that was stronger than all the others and chose to follow that one, hoping it sent him to the elder and not a larger demon.

After around five or ten minutes, the young slayer finally realised how big the city actually was, since he hadn't found the shop yet. The sound of a gunshot came from behind Nero, and caused him to jump out of the way of a bullet flying past his head. He turned and saw a woman with black hair pointing a pistol at him. ''Woah! What's your problem?'' He snapped at her, a look of annoyance on her face.

''Demons are my problem. Particularly, you.'' The woman said, pulling the trigger again, but the bullet not hitting him. She looked and saw that Nero was gone, but flinched as she heard him directly behind her. ''You ever heard of the word 'racist'?'' Nero said, a cocky tone in his voice. The black haired female backed away from him, her pistol staying raised to his face.

''Racist? You're fucking hilarious. The only 'racist' ones are your kind, the ones who kill humans just for fun.'' She spat at him, her finger about to pull the trigger. ''Well, that's your problem, lady. I've got places to be.'' Nero said, pushing past her to go on his way. The woman let him, her expression being one of slight shock. ''How did he know my name...?'' The woman muttered.

''Crazy bitch. Shooting at me just 'cause I'm different.'' Nero mumbled as he walked, his mood a little worse because of that incident. Ten minutes later a red light was visible from the corner of Nero's eye, which caused him to look to his right. He followed the light, going around a corner until he found a building. On the building a neon sign flashed 'Devil May Cry', the very shop he was looking for. The ex-Order member smirked and walked up to the doors of the building. He halted as he felt a strong aura definitely coming from inside the shop and opened the doors.

Inside, it looked to be some sort of office filled with alot of strange things. Although he guessed if you were a devil hunter, then your job would be all about strange things. Nero looked around and saw someone by the desk, their feet crossed ontop of the table. They had an open magazine ontop of their face, and on closer inspection, it was a pornography magazine. The figure moved about though, seeming to know that Nero was there.

''What are you doing here, kid?'' A gruff, male voice asked, a hand moving up to take the magazine of the man's face.